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First Published 30 September 2013

Afternoon Workout
by Isabella

Story code: M/f, Under Age, Public Sex, Masturbation, Oral, Close to Life Story, Rom

Brian Harris was the senior PE teacher at the largest comprehensive school in Northamptonshire. Brian knew that all the kids called him Bomber Harris behind his back but he didn't care about that, at forty-five years old, Brian had worked his way to the top of his profession and at such a large school, he tended to do very little of the physical education himself, he actually spent more time working on budgets and training for the five teachers that reported to him. The school took boys and girls from the age of eleven to eighteen and with over seventeen hundred kids to teach, many who seemed unable to walk one hundred yards, never mind run or take part in any kind of sport it was a mighty task.

When Brian had been working his way up through the teaching ranks he had been ultra-fit, his preferred sport was cross country running and he did join in with the lessons if they involved long distance running but since he was more a manager than a teacher, he felt that his fitness was slipping away from him. Brian came to a monumental decision, he would visit the refectory and pub less at lunch times and take advantage of the school gymnasium instead.

The two main gymnasiums had an equipment room between them to store balls; mats and cones in, Brian had set up a set of rollers in the storeroom as well as a rowing machine. He could ride his bike on the rollers without risking ridicule from the students at lunchtime and alternate his exercise with rowing as well. There was a plan to add a treadmill as soon as he could work one into his budget, he'd allow the students to use those pieces of equipment during lessons as well, that's if any of them showed any interest in those activities that is.

Brian was riding the bike on the rollers one Monday lunch time when the door opened from the girl's gym, Rebecca Patterson, a fifteen year old girl who was hoping to try out for the county ladies rowing team walked through the door. "Sorry Mr Harris, Miss Bentham said I could use the rowing machine at lunchtimes if no one else is using it."

Brian was a little pissed at having his own private workout room dished out to the great unwashed by his underlings, especially without asking him first. "Is it okay sir?" Brian wanted to scream out, "No you little cow, piss off to the chippy like the rest of your acne covered classmates!" But he thought better of it. "Okay, I'll stick to the bike for today, go ahead."

Rebecca walked to the rear of the store room just out of Brian's sight and he began to peddle up a storm, once he got the large fan connected to the rear wheel rollers he dipped his head down and suddenly Rebecca came into view, she was wearing just her bra and knickers and was pulling her t-shirt on over her head, she had her back to Brian so he didn't see very much but he did get an unexpected reaction as she bent over to pick up her shorts and showed off a really shapely arse.

Rebecca settled down in the rowing machine and began to work out, with the fan from the rollers and the fan on the rowing machine there was a hell of a draught blowing through the store room. Brian couldn't help but notice Rebecca was rather larger on top than he had expected her to be but he couldn't help also noticing that her foundation garment wasn't really helping her with her stroke, she was wobbling about all over the place.

After exorcising for an hour, Rebecca gave up, "Thanks for that sir, I'll pop off and eat my sandwiches before my afternoon classes start." Brian was sweating up a storm; it had taken him an hour to get rid of the lump in his shorts caused by the shapely girl. "You want me to open the girls changing room so you can have a shower?"

Rebecca looked a little thoughtful for a moment and then she said, "No, that's okay sir, I didn't bring a towel with me today, I borrowed this gym kit after Miss Bentham said I could use the rowing machine today."

Brian just stood there while Rebecca turned her back on him and pulled her t-shirt off followed by her shorts, Brian noticed that Rebecca's knickers were soaking wet with sweat as well as her bra, she seemed totally unconcerned that Brian was watching her, she even turned to face him while she pulled her blouse on and started to button it up, her cheap white nylon panties had become transparent in just the place they were supposed to hide, proving unequivocally that Rebecca was a natural blond.

As Brian stood looking at her, the lump was growing in his shorts far bigger than earlier, Rebecca looked at his shorts and gave Brian a smile and a wink, "Looks like you have something that needs taking out for exercise down there sir!" She then pulled her skirt on and with a swish of her tail; she was gone from the storeroom.

Brian went through to the boy's changing room and locked the door behind him. Brian took the exercise regime that Rebecca had suggested under the twelve boy shower, shooting his hot seed all over the tiled wall. By the time he had dried himself and changed into fresh PE kit there was a long queue outside the door, waiting to get in to change for the first lesson of the afternoon.

Brian waited for the lessons to start, he checked his roster to see where Samantha Bentham was assigned and went out onto the field to see her while she was watching her class playing softball, it was difficult having a conversation with her as Samantha was shouting out instructions to the girls to try and improve their skill or just to wake them up a little, to get the girls to run between the posts after, by some miracle, they actually hit the ball.

Samantha Bentham thought her boss was taking her to task for giving the prospective rower permission to train on 'His!' rowing machine during the lunch break but he was more concerned that he had been placed in a delicate position of being alone in a room with a girl during lunch.

"I'm more interested in her background, she seems to have been wearing her brother's PE kit, no towel, no proper shoes and she didn't appear to be wearing a sport bra either!"

"Her parents are unemployed, we got her a PE kit and school uniform from the Charity fund but there's a limit to what the charity will pay for, she's lucky she's the same size as her mum or she'd be coming to school with no underwear at all"

Brian was fortunate that he had exercised his cock just thirty minutes earlier or the image that Miss Bentham had just put in his head, the rather large fifteen year old girl, wearing just a lose fitting t-shirt with nothing on under it, especially as she had been so casual about changing in front of him, the picture of her rather large breasts popped into his head.

"If I give you thirty quid could you make sure that she gets a proper sport bra, she's wasting thirty percent of her energy just trying to keep her breasts under control but don't tell her it's from me, tell her the charity box coughed up a little more cash for her please!"

Brian went off to patrol the other classes, to make sure that all his staff were in the right places and were keeping their eyes on the ball before heading back to his office to start on checking his deliveries against orders and to try and work out where he was going to draw the money from to pay for everything.

On Tuesday, Brian was on the rowing machine as soon as the gym was emptied after the last lesson of the morning; he was well into his stride at eleven forty-five while the students were being forced through the showers, against their will, by their respective teachers. At five past twelve, the door from the girls gymnasium opened and Rebecca walked in, "Oh, sorry sir, I'll try again tomorrow!"

Brian called Rebecca back, "Put fifteen minutes in on the bike while I finish off on here."

"But sir, I don't want to be a cyclist; I want to be a rower."

"You need to work your legs more than you work your arms, your leg muscles are twice as powerful as your arms, you can't win at rowing with just upper body strength."

Rebecca started to get changed again, this time she didn't even bother trying to pretend to hide from view. She stripped down to her bra, "Miss Bentham said that I needed one of these, she told me that the school got it for me but I guess that you actually paid for it."

Rebecca dropped her bra onto her blouse on top of the vaulting horse, she stood there in front of Brian and took her skirt off and then turned to face Brian, he didn't know for sure but she had to be a thirty-four 'D' cup at the very least. Rebecca stood for ages while she unwrapped her new sports bra and worked out the best way to put it on.

"I see you have that little problem again sir, didn't you give it enough exercise yesterday?"

Brian looked down at the bulge in his shorts, he blushed and started pulling on the oars again, trying to drive his erection away with pure physical exhaustion.

"If you still have that when I've finished my hour sir, I'll help you out with it if you like!"

Rebecca finished getting changed and then cycled on the rolling road connected to the fan, Brian had to keep chiding her though to change into a gear ratio that increased her workload but she just wanted to coast in an easy gear. "You might as well stop wasting your time and go out in the playground, you'll never make it unless you're prepared to put in the work." Rebecca knew that the head of physical education was right and he'd already kind of proved that he wanted her to do her best by providing the expensive sports bra to help keep her body in check while she exercised.

Brian encouraged Rebecca to try harder and harder on the bike, then he jumped off the rowing machine and fetched two high energy drinks, he handed one to Rebecca and he drank one himself, then, after a five minute break, he pushed her on to the rowing machine but he set the resistance for her to really test her arm and leg strength.

At one o'clock Brian told Rebecca to try and increase her stroke rate, "Just increase by five strokes a minute for the last five minutes. Imagine you're closing in on the finish line and your competitor is a nose ahead of you and you're desperate to beat her."

Rebecca had been pulling a constant twenty-two strokes a minute for over thirty minutes but she tried, she managed to get to twenty-seven strokes for the last two minutes before collapsing in her seat.

Brian gave her another sugary drink to help her to recover her spent fuel reserves and at one fifteen Rebecca was pacing up and down the room shaking the knots out of her legs and her arms, she stood right in front of Brian as he peddled away on the bike, her hand slipped onto Brian's thigh and rubbed towards his cock, he let go of the handlebars and stopped her, "I can't let you do that, I'm a teacher here."

"I don't know why you don't want me too, I want to do it for you, you did something nice for me so why can't I do something nice for you?"

Brian managed to keep the youngster under control and eventually she left the store room to go back to class. It crossed Brian's mind that he had worked the girl so hard for the hour that she has worked up far more of a sweat than she had the day before and he should have insisted that she took a shower, she would have been very ripe sitting in her first afternoon class but his mind was occupied more with preventing her causing him to break the law than worrying about her classmates having to put up with her stinking to high heaven all afternoon.

Rebecca played on Brian's mind for the rest of the afternoon, his balls were aching but because Rebecca had been there for the whole ninety minutes, he didn't have the opportunity to masturbate; he had waited for the boys to leave the changing room before taking his shower and changing into a clean t-shirt and shorts and then he had sat in his office all afternoon thinking about Rebecca, the image of her huge breasts, the fact that she had stood right in front of him, totally naked apart from her cheap nylon panties for ages while she was working out how to put her sports bra on.

Brian had been totally lost in his thoughts all afternoon and the final bell announcing the end of the day took him totally by surprise. Brian let the rush of parents picking up the kids go before he gathered his bag of dirty clothes and wet towel and headed off to his car. He spotted Rebecca kicking at stones by his car, she looked upset, he asked, "Hi, are you okay?" "Not really, had a bit of a rough afternoon, people taking the piss out of me because I smelled and they started again on the school bus, so I got off."

Brian unlocked his car and dropped his bag in the boot, he was just about to get in when he looked back at Rebecca, kicking at stones again. "So, Rebecca, how are you going to get home now?" Brian knew that the school busses were only used by kids who had to travel more than three miles to get to school and because of the size of the school and its huge catchment area, some kids had to travel as much as eighteen miles. "I'll have to walk I guess." "Where do you live?" Rebecca lifted her face from the task of finding and kicking at the stones in the gravel covered car park and smiled, "I live in Overstone Village!"

Brian mulled it over for a moment or two before saying, "Oh what the hell, at least it's on my way home, come on, get in and I'll take you home."

As soon as Brian was on the main road and about a quarter of a mile away from school, Rebecca turned in her seat so that she was more facing Brian than the road ahead, she even rested her right knee on top of the hand brake lever and she started up a conversation about her rowing aspirations. Brian had been wondering why a girl from Rebecca's background suddenly had an interest in rowing, especially at county level; it wasn't like she lived on the river or close to the sea or anything. For most of the girls in her position the normal sporting choices were Olympic child birth competitions or the commonwealth shoplifting team.

Brian noticed Rebecca's knee on his hand brake at the roundabout while waiting his turn to get out onto the dual carriageway, he had reached down to pull on the brake and found bare flesh instead. He didn't say anything, just left the car in gear with his feet on the clutch and the foot brake. As he turned onto the bypass Brian looked down at Rebecca's knee and then beyond, he could see the white nylon gusset if her panties quite clearly because of how she was sitting. Rebecca was explaining how Sam Bentham had invited Rebecca to visit the local scouting camp one weekend and had encouraged her to try canoeing as well as rowing in a much larger boat and....

"Pull in here please sir, I can't get home this early without having to do a lot of explaining to my parents."

Brian had set the indicators to the left and began to slow down on instinct as they approached a large lay-by that disappeared into the wood that separated the busy main road from the sleepy little village beyond.

"Can you get through from the lay-by into the village?"

"Pull into this track... go down to the gate..... turn in there sir!"

The gate had been a field access before the farm that owned the field had been turned into twenty executive houses and ten social housing units; the field was lying unused until the planning authorities agreed to allow even more housing to be built on it. Rebecca had told Brian to turn right just before the gate, there was an opening behind the bushes, it looked to all intense and purposes like a green garage, Brian thought to himself, 'What the hell am I doing here?' as he turned and his car disappeared totally from view of the road or lay-by.

"Why did you want me to come down here Rebecca?"

"I need to kill a little time before the school bus comes past and I thought you might like to help me kill that time. I knew that you'd crap yourself every time a car came past if we were out in the main lay-by area."

Rebecca was right, even if the lift was totally innocent, sitting in a parked car in a secluded lay-by with a student in his car would have had Brian sitting on broken glass until she left the car.

"So, Rebecca, what had you got planned to kill the time?"

Rebecca hotched towards Brian a little and as she slid over the leather seats, she left the bottom of her rather short skirt behind and exposed even more of her legs and knickers to Brian's gaze.

"Well sir, as you've done two nice things for me so far today and I haven't done anything nice for you yet, I was hoping that I could...."

Rebecca didn't finish her statement, her actions were speaking louder than her words ever could as she leaned forward and rubbed her hand over Brian's left thigh and on towards his crotch. Brian had stopped her earlier in the day and had ended up with 'Blue balls' for almost four hours because he couldn't work off his excitement, stopping her twice in one day was more than flesh and blood could manage.

Brian looked nervously all around as Rebecca rubbed her hand over the large bulge that had developed inside his tracksuit bottoms. Rebecca whispered, "It's okay sir, no one comes down here until after dark, we're perfectly safe."

Brian relaxed and started to recline his seat a little, just to make Rebecca's task a little easier. Rebecca soon had the front of Brian's track suit bottoms pulled down to below his balls, "Lift up a mo sir" She said, as Brian lifted his bottom, she pulled both his tracksuit bottoms down as well as his underpants.

Brian's cock sprang into view, "Wow sir, I always thought you'd have a big cock but it's a real monster." Rebecca caressed Brian's cock and bent over even further and sniffed up through her nose. "God sir, you smell nice, most boys' cocks smell like Gorgonzola cheese."

Rebecca began to pull her hand down Brian's cock, drawing his foreskin back to expose the crown of his cockhead, once again, she inspected it, "Your cock looks really great sir." Brian wished to god that she would stop talking, every time she opened her mouth the youth in her voice was killing his resolve slightly and making him want to pull away from the girl.

Rebecca began to rub her hand up and down, she had thirty minutes to kill, she didn't want to bring her teacher off too early, she had lots of experience in masturbating boys and from her vast experience, once a boy has shot off, he loses interest in an instant and that's usually the end of the date.

"You want me to open my blouse for you sir?" Brian had his hand on hers now, holding her still, "What do you mean?"

Rebecca fought a little to start her hand moving again, "I like to have my tits looked at and played with, I thought you might want to see them, you know, give them a little squeeze."

Brian relaxed back in his seat, it was now fully reclined, one of the reasons that Brian had bought the Subaru Forester was that the front seats folded down flat to make a sleeping platform if needed. Rebecca got back into her stride rubbing his cock gently up and down with one hand while she unbuttoned her blouse with the other. Brian looked through the rear window of the car nervously, from his position he could easily see out the back, that was the only direction that anyone could approach the car and see in it, if it was just his trousers pulled down, if he saw any suspicious movements, he would be able to push Rebecca's hand away and cover up, make the scene look all innocent but if she were topless as well, then nothing would hide what was happening.

Brian knew full well that he should have stopped Rebecca, he should have stopped her opening her blouse, he should definitely have stopped her masturbating him but he was weak. As Rebecca removed her bra and her tits spilled out into the car, Brian reached out his left hand and began to fondle her breasts at the same time he began to raise his bottom off of the seat and fuck up into her hand. A sudden wave of excitement rushed over him and Brian let fly, his jets of spunk flying all over Rebecca's hand, her breasts and her face.

"Wow sir, don't give a girl any warning or anything will you?"

Rebecca fished her t-shirt out of her school bag and used it to wipe Brian's spunk off of her body. Once she was clean, Rebecca wiped around Brian's cock and the little spunk that had dribbled onto his belly after she had let his cock go. Rebecca sat back, her bare back against the car's passenger door and her breasts standing out proudly. Brian slowly racked his seat back into its driving position, he never once took his eyes off of her tits, she must have had the biggest tits of any of the girls in her class, even the eighteen year old girls in the upper school didn't have the rack that Rebecca had standing out in front of her slim body.

Rebecca checked the time on the little clock on the dash board, "The bus will be here in ten minutes, you want me to give your cock a suck before I have to go?"

Brian was jolted out of his trance, "Erm, no, no thanks, you've done fantastic so far, thanks."

"You want to suck on my tits?"

Brian took a moment to process what Rebecca had said and then he grinned.

Rebecca got up onto her knees and leaned right over Brian, she caressed the back of his head and pulled his face against her left breast, Brian began to suckle and gently nip at her nipples. "You can bite a bit harder if you like, I don't mind, I quite like it actually."

Brian enjoyed playing with Rebecca's breasts for five minutes when she said, "Shit!" She pulled away from Brian and began to struggle to get her bra on, Brian started to panic, he thought that Rebecca had seen someone through the car's window while his head was buried in her breast. "Shit, shit, shit! The bus is five minutes earlier than usual."

Rebecca was fighting with the sleeves of her blouse and backing out of the car at the same time. She stood outside the car and fastened half of her buttons before she leaned back into the car and kissed Brian on the lips, "You'd better give it five minutes before you leave, we don't want one of the other kids to see you driving out of the gateway."

Brian waited ages before he started his car and reversed out of the garage made out of bushes and trees. He stopped short when he saw Rebecca was still at the end of the track leading to their hideout. He checked the time; he had only waited three minutes. He watched Rebecca turn and wave at him before running towards her village turning. He drove slowly to the end of the track, he could see the six boys and four girls from the school bus in the distance with Rebecca trailing them from a distance.

Brian waited until he was sure that the coast was clear before he drove home, he had a smile on his face and a very pleasant memory not to mention the image of Rebecca's wonderful tits locked in his head.

Brian's wife didn't know what came over her later that night when Brian broke the habit of a lifetime and fucked her on a work night. Brian didn't go through his usual repertoire, a three hour fuck-fest of foreplay and sex in a dozen different positions, he just threw her on the bed and started pounding into her until she climaxed and he filled her cunt with his spunk. Brian had used his wife's velvet glove as the receptacle for his lust but the image in his head as he fucked his wife was that of a fifteen year old girl wearing just skimpy, thin, white nylon knickers as he rowed on his long journey to nowhere in his equipment room.

On Wednesday morning as Brian was packing his bag for school, he placed three changes of gym kit in his sport bag, his clean towel and trainers. He left his sponge bag at school in his locker and he knew that he was okay for all of that side of his needs when Rebecca rolled back into his head, he popped a second towel into his bag and then he had another thought, he found his wife's sponge bag from her holiday supplies, he didn't want to get caught checking exactly what was in it, he just dumped the whole lot into his bag and left the house.

As Brian approached the Overstone Village turn off he spotted Rebecca sitting on the bench by the bus stop, she was alone so he guessed that the school bus had already gone and that she had missed it. He pulled into the bus stop and lowered the passenger's window to ask Rebecca if she had missed the bus. He didn't have to ask though; he saw blood on the corner of her mouth and around her nose. "You need a lift to school?"

Rebecca walked over to the car, she looked all around and leaned into the window, "I was thinking of ditching school today sir."

"Trouble on the bus?"

"Didn't get that far, Paul Gamble told me I still stank from yesterday so I kicked him in his balls and his mates gave me a good hiding."

"Come on, get in the car, I'll take you to school and get you cleaned up, I'll try to help you get something sorted out."

As Brian drove the car towards school he passed the school bus a mile from where he picked Rebecca up. "I brought you something from home, look in the bag on the back seat."

Rebecca unfastened her seatbelt and turned around to face into the back of the car, she knelt on the seat and as she leaned over she flashed her thin nylon knickers at Brian and the rest of the world. When she spun back the right way round in her seat she had the flowery sponge bag in her hands, "This for me sir?"

Brian looked at the bag, he regretted not looking in his wife's sponge bag first but he had planned to check it out at school and if anything was missing, he'd pop over to the local shop opposite the school and buy it, "Yes, I'm not sure exactly what's in it but I thought anything would help."

Rebecca was fishing around in the bag, she pulled out three condoms in their small foil wrappers and a tube of depilatory cream, Rebecca giggled, "I don't need Rubber Johnny's sir, I've been on implants after a near miss last year." Rebecca waved the depilatory cream under his nose, "Oh sir, do you want me to use this on my fanny before you use the condoms on me? You prefer a girl to look like an eight year old?"

Brian almost crashed the car into the grass verge, "No, that's my wife's holiday sponge bag, I just thought you might need it more than she does at the moment, I put a towel in the car for you to use too."

"Does Mrs Harris have a nice bald little fanny sir?"

"My wife uses that cream under her arms and on her legs."

Rebecca replaced the condoms and the cream in the bag and fished a little deeper, she pulled out a small bottle of perfume, Brian spotted it out of the corner of his eye, the bottle contained his wife's favourite perfume, Brian would have to remember to replace that if he didn't replace any of the rest of her wash-kit.

Brian looked Rebecca over, "Is that the same blouse that you wore yesterday?"

"I've only got one school blouse; I can't wash it until Friday after school."

For the first time since Brian had won a broken nose in an amateur rugby match, and lost eighty percent of his sense of smell, he was grateful for small mercies. "Well, you either need to remember to shower after working out or we need to try and get you another blouse. Is that the same bra as yesterday too?"

Rebecca was sniffing at the perfume in the little bottle, "Hey sir, Mrs Harris had great taste in her perfume, yes, I only have one bra for school too, well, now I have the sport bra as well but Mrs Smedley would flip her lid if she caught me wearing a non-regulation bra in class."

Mrs Smedley was the deputy head in charge of girls at the school and Brian knew very well that he would have to wheel Rebecca in front of her as soon as they got to school. Smedley listened to what had happened, not the part where Rebecca wanked Brian off in his car nor the part where Brian ate her titties greedily after his climax but the rest of Rebecca's tail was outlined for her. Mrs Smedley realised that the schools usual rule of minimum interference in the pupil's fiscal issues had to be bent on this occasion and reached for the key to her bottom draw to get her cashbox out.

Brian offered to swap duties with Samantha Bentham so there would be a woman free to take Rebecca to the shops to buy her a blouse and a bra. Mrs Smedley thought it over, "Of course, I should be the one to take the unfortunate girl but I have to meet with the Her Majesties Inspectorate of Schools (HMIoS) inspectors this morning so I can't take her and with the inspectors around I'd rather have Miss Bentham watching over thirty girls out on the sports field than you Mr Harris, just looks better. If I can't find anyone more suitable by nine o'clock, you'll have to take her yourself after you've taken registration for your class."

Brian was just turning out onto the main road from the side road leading away from the school when he spotted the first of the HMIoS inspectors, the lead inspector in his olive drab Rover 75 official car with a string of six junior inspectors in their own cars waiting to turn off of the main road and head down towards the school.

As soon as Rebecca felt it was safe she turned to face Brian, much the same way that she had done the day before. Brian looked sideways at her and this time he didn't see the expected flash of white nylon crotch in the tunnel formed by Rebecca's very short school skirt. Brian had to look away from the road to confirm what he had thought he saw, a very dangerous manoeuvre on such a busy road.

Brian had realised from his sideways glance that Rebecca had removed her knickers at some point between eight o'clock, when they arrived at school and nine fifteen when he collected her from the girls changing room. The fact that she had remover her knickers wasn't what was causing him to drive at forty miles an hour without a single forward glance it was the fact that the expected blond powder-puff he should have seen, after all, he had spotted it through her knickers the day before, but it was gone today, just bare pink labia with a flash of bright red inner lips.

"I used the cream from your wife's wash bag, I hope you like it!"

Rebecca pulled the front of her skirt up and began to rub her fingers over her freshly denuded pussy mound, Brian had slowed to around fifteen miles an hour and people were honking their hooters at him as they overtook him. Rebecca's fingers were now rubbing over her labia, then she pulled her lips open and sought out her clitoris. A very wet patch was growing over Brian's cock in his trousers.

"Feels really strange, I haven't felt this smooth since I was ten years old."

Rebecca looked to the front, "Erm, sir! You've stopped and I don't think you're supposed to stop here."

"I can't drive with you looking like that and doing that while I'm driving."

"Well then, why don't we just find somewhere to be private and I can get it out of my system sir."

Rebecca flipped her skirt back over her lap to cover her pussy and squirmed around in her seat so she was facing forward again. Brian hit the gas and drove a little faster than the speed limit, over taking all of those cars that had hooted at him as he slowed down earlier. Brian was trying to keep his eyes on the road, the rear-view mirror, his door mirror and occasionally the mirror on the passenger's door to make sure that no one was taking too much interest in him or his car.

Each time Brian looked in Rebecca's direction, she was lower and lower. Rebecca was turning the recline knob on her seat as they drove along. By the time they reached the town centre Rebecca's seat back was level with the rear seat and she had slid back so the top of her head was against the back of the rear seat and she was rubbing all over her body with her hands, writhing and rolling around in her seat that was now more like a leather covered bed.

Brian was going to pull into the pay and display car park as he had planned to be in town for an hour or less but looking at Rebecca and the way she was thrashing about in her seat just from her hands on the outside of her body made him change his mind and he headed off to the multi-story car park.

As soon as the car left the bright, sunlit road and entered the gloom of the ramp up to the car park, Rebecca began to undress. Brian was in a panic every time he passed someone walking to or from their cars in case they saw the girl undressing next to him. Brian drove past a whole floor of empty parking spaces and went onward, up to the roof, to the point furthest from the up or down ramps and stairwells, the parking space nicknamed Skegness by locals, meaning 'The last resort' because to the local people Skegness would be the last resort they chose to go on holiday to.

Brian sat looking at Rebecca as she rolled and bucked in the flattened out seat, she was palpating her breast with her right hand and her left hand was between her legs, rubbing furiously. Rebecca had her eyes locked on Brian's even though she was rolling around so much, then her right hand left her breast and she reached out for Brian's left hand and placed his fingertips on her thigh and then dredged his hand up to her breast. "Help me sir, please help me!" She gasped as she took herself to a petite climax.

Brian took over working her breasts and twisted in his seat so his right hand could replace her left hand. Brian slid two fingers into Rebecca's cunt, he tried to gauge if Rebecca was wetter than his wife had been the last time he pushed two finger up her cunt, there was no contest, Rebecca was far wetter inside than any woman he had ever finger-fucked in his life.

Rebecca used her hands to pull Brian's t-shirt up and over his head before pushing his tracksuit bottoms and under pants down. "You can fuck me if you like sir, you don't need a condom, honest!" And to prove her point, Rebecca turned her left forearm towards him so he could see the four tracks under her skin in line and in four stages of reducing definition as the subcutaneous chemicals were being absorbed into her body.

Brian was rolling over, rolling from the driver's seat and covering Rebecca's body, Rebecca was guiding his cock to her cunt and as the tip of his cock rubbed against her labia he pulled away, "I can't, I'm supposed to be professional, I'm supposed to remember that you're just a child, it doesn't matter that you have the body of an adult, I just can't go that far."

Rebecca looked very disappointed but then she shrugged her shoulders, "Help me to cum then and I'll help you!"

Rebecca crushed herself against the door so that Brian could lie alongside of her and they mutually masturbated each other, Rebecca kept taking Brian close to his orgasm and then let him down again as he drove her ever onward through her chain of orgasms for over an hour.

"Would you like to cum over my tits sir or can I give you a blow job until you cum?"

Brian grinned at the girl and nodded his head. Brian had to roll back into his own seat and recline it so that he was comfortably laying flat on his back. Rebecca got into position, her right knee on the passenger's seat and her left foot flat on the floor on the driver's side of the car, she was straddling the transmission hump as her mouth straddled his cockhead.

As Rebecca began to suck Brian's cock, she wasn't just moving her head up and down on his cock, her whole body seemed to be going up and down, Brian had been sucked off by a few women but never felt a technique quite like Rebecca's.

As Brian was enjoying himself so much he decided to do something for her and reached under her belly with his left hand, seeking out her cunt, his plan had been to find her open and wanting cunt and fill it with his fingers but to his surprise, she wasn't empty and wanting, she had a cunt filled to bursting point by his gear stick. As soon as Brian realised what he was feeling he started to shoot off into Rebecca's mouth, he did increase her pleasure though by rubbing at her clitoris as hard and as fast as he could while he finished pumping baby juice into her mouth.

Rebecca swallowed every drop of Brian's cum and wanted even more, she suckled greedily on Brian's cock, long after it had turned flaccid and was trying to retract out of harm's way. Brian managed to eventually prise Rebecca's lips off of his cock, "I can't get hard again after climaxing, I'm not a fifteen year old boy."

Rebecca giggled at Brian's lament, "No sir, you're nothing like a fifteen year old boy, you're far more special to me than any of the others."

Brian winced slightly at Rebecca's comment, no man likes to be just one in a long string of concurrent lovers, a man likes to at least try to convince himself that he is the only one, well the only one this week at least!

They both dressed and walked down to the shopping centre under the car park, Rebecca chose British Home Stores to find her bra and blouse, Brian had been told to buy two of each with a resounding "Remember the receipts Mr Harris, Remember I need receipts for everything!" still ringing in his ears from Mrs Smedley just before they left her office.

As they were leaving the store they passed the knickers counter, Rebecca playfully picked up a thong, "Would you like to see me in these sir?"

Brian giggled at the wisp of mesh netting and lace that was priced at thirty five pounds but were worth little more than pennies in raw materials. "No, but perhaps I should buy you some of these!" Brian said as he lifted a pair of white cotton bikini brief panties.

"Oh sir, would you? Wouldn't Smedly throw a fuse if you did?"

Brian laughed, "She'd BLOW a fuse if I put a receipt in for sexy knickers but I was thinking that perhaps I could buy some for you as a gift!"

Brian picked up a pack of five white cotton bikini style panties for Rebecca to wear to school and he bought her a pair of red silk knickers for her to wear when she went out on a date.

When they returned to the car they repeated the activity of their arrival, again Rebecca asked Brian to fuck her and again he refused but he did let her suck his cock again while he finger fucked her, this time he managed to beat his gearstick to her pleasure hole.

They arrived back at school at eleven thirty, Brian sent Rebecca through to the girls changing room to take a shower while Brian was doing the same in the boys changing room. Brian dressed in a fresh gym kit and headed off to the school secretary's office, he gave Rebecca her attendance mark in her class register that she had missed earlier and left a note of explanation for her form teacher in the register, he also left an envelope with the receipts for two bra's and two school blouses with the secretary to be passed on to Mrs Smedly once the HMIoS inspectors had finished with her.

Brian was surprised to see Rebecca in the storage room that he used as a private gym when he got back from the secretaries' office. Rebecca was working away on the rowing machine, working very hard too; the friction setting was two points higher than Brian had set it for her the day before. "I thought you'd give training a miss today after, well, after taking a shower!"

Rebecca didn't break her stroke she continued to pull steadily on the oars, "I decided to train first and shower after, no point in missing an opportunity to train is there?"

Brian clambered onto his bike, set the friction to medium and began peddling, the two of them training in silence apart from the grunts and wheezes of exertion as they punished their muscles in an effort to improve them.

Brian and Rebecca continued training together until she reached sixteen and left school at the first opportunity she got. They also continued masturbating each other until she left school. Rebecca never got the seat in the county boat but as she loved rowing so much, Brian paid for her to join a local rowing club and he supported her for the rest of that year.

Brian lost touch with Rebecca after she left school to start work; she had left her parents and moved to London to find a job. Brian never 'befriended' another student in the same way that he had befriended Rebecca. Brian knew that it was more than just dangerous to have any kind of relationship with any of the school kids, even the eighteen year olds were off limits to any teachers at their school.

Well, this story took place fifteen years ago in much simpler times, Brian was now the deputy head of boys at the same school, he was fifty-nine years old and thinking of retiring early because the stresses of management in schools increases exponentially year on year. Brian was taking a stroll down memory lane, he had watched the students out on the sports field all afternoon, watching a new teacher running the kids around the track made him feel very old all of a sudden.

Brian waited until lunchtime to visit the gym; he went through the boy's gym and into the equipment room. The floor was scratched where the Bike rollers had stood, the training machines were long gone, Brian bent his head as if he were powering into a heavy friction on the bike, emulating a steep hill. Brian closed his eyes and suddenly Rebecca came into view, the image of that first day as she changed at the back of the room. Suddenly he felt the draught on his face from the huge fan used to add friction as well as cool the rider, he pondered on just how wonderful his imagination was.

"I'm sorry sir; I didn't mean to disturb you! Are you okay sir?" Brian jumped, the voice shocked him back to life, he had to turn away quickly, his trousers had the usual bulge in them that thinking about his first meeting with Rebecca always caused.

Brian tried to keep his back to the girl but looked over his shoulder at her. There was something about the young girl, something familiar, a surprisingly adult look for a girl so young. The girl wasn't dressed in the usual; school uniform, she was one of the visiting students from the primary school, visiting just before the end of their last year in primary school before moving up the comprehensive school or as it would be next year, the Academy.

"What are you doing in here; shouldn't you be with your group in the refectory having lunch?"

"I should be sir but my mum told me about this room, she spent the happiest time of her school life in here and I wanted to see the rowing machine and bike on the rolling road. Looks like I'm in the wrong place though. I was hoping to see if I could get permission from Bomber, sorry Mr Harris if he's still here to train in the lunch break or after school."

"You need to ask Miss Bentham if you need any special access for training, she's head of PE these days."

Brian headed for the door out into the boy's gym, "Sir, can you tell me which room the rowing machine is in and is Mr Harris still here?"

Brian stopped in the doorway, "Mr Harris won't be here when you start next term, he hasn't been in charge of PE for ten years."

"My mum will be sad sir, she was hoping to meet him again when I start here, you know, parents evenings, sports days and everything."

"What's your name girl?"

"I'm Briany sir, Briany Patterson from Overstone Primary School."

A shiver ran through Brian's body, a pain gripped at his chest, the cursed Angina squeezed at his lungs, the illness that had taken him away from his beloved PE lessons flared up, the colour drained from his cheeks and he gripped at the door for support.

"Sir! Sir! Are you alright sir?"

"What's your mother's name girl, her name?"

"Beccy sir, my mother's name is Rebecca!"

The grip in Brian's chest tightened and the room swirled into grey as all the colour left the room, the young girl's face just an inch away from his but still blurring out of sight.

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